An ancient craft had carried them away
far out to sea: sentenced words, jolly tars,
these living ghosts, reeling around n' round
the good ship becalmed 'mid circling stars.

A practical skiff chancing alongside
then shall take on board the implication:
an undreamt Aztec fleet shares these waters
where track we bright-scaled fishes migration.

Where fingers trace the ornate sculpted hull 
composed of signs, the dark becomes the light.
And, the babbling crew still inscrutable,
to harbour convey all as brothers might.